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BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
BLOG UPDATE!
multimuse is a go ! it’s still a HUGE wip right now, but you can find it here !
oh holy SHIT i logged out for two minutes to go get my other blogs and promptly locked myself out of catty for half an hour because i couldn’t remember which email i used,
a concept: i make a multimuse && start fresh.
i’m an absolute fool who lost track of his threads, so if we have something going, && i haven’t replied to it, or you’re interested in doing something, please like this post / hit me up in ims !
maskedsin.
these trees carry secrets and corvo might listen were they willing to tell. perhaps they would absorb the sounds around them, trap the screams of the seed’s unlucky victims in their bark to release when chopped down. corvo thinks he could see a lot more of the ripple effect in hope county were he to kneel, look closer. but he chooses not to.
a smile turning to a kiss on his shoulder. he would be soft and softer, with catalyst and catalyst alone. it will never wash away the cruelty they see, but he can try to lessen the pain.
❛ i try. ❛ voice sweet and sweeter. hands wrap around catalyst’s side and his head rests on his shoulder in full relaxation. then, smiling wider. ❛ stay as long as you want. i only came here for you. ❛
he is mastering it, this passive tackiness.
——he is given affection so freely, it feels. he chooses not to look closer, && yet it is all catalyst can do. dig his knees into the dirt && grab fist fulls of the grass. his fingertips are stained the same simple blackness that never quite lets go of his chest. the same sense of harshness that has held onto him && twisted, twisted, twisted. he thinks of himself, thinks of corvo, thinks of families trapped. it makes him sick.
but he can never truly get too far, too deep, because he is pulled away with touch, with kiss, kiss, voice.
❛ only? ❜ he echo, quiet contemplation. a man who devotes himself, who loves so completely, who wants && who adores. ❛ makes me feel important. ❜
it’s meant as a joke, tone ever lightening.
"I'm sorry - I - I just wanted to see you."
rose hearted. @ablehearted
——it shouldn’t come as a surprise, give a man a glimpse of alliance && he will return, he will return, he will return. they are both similar, both with family who means the world to them. catalyst looked to holden && sees a man who is a proxy, stronger than he thinks && at the same time- not so much. a paradox, in of itself. he makes him curious.
it is why he does not turn him away.
there are questions, as there always are, but they can be answered later. when things are less tense. when he does not look at another && wonder, wonder, wonder. catalyst does not trust him. but, then again, catalyst trusts no one here. even his own shadow could jump up to pull him into the bliss, if he is not careful- if he is not careful, the forest life would eat him alive before the cult. if he is not careful, he will not get to go home.
catalyst has been nothing but careful.
holden steps inside the little section of the outpost he had taken for himself, catalyst closes the door to the outside world. offers him a seat, a hint of a smile, ever small, ever slight. he does not say a thing, not because he does not know what to say, but because there is nothing to be said. no, they can have a moment. they can be granted that, the ones of his alliance stay on guard outside.
he reaches out to tuck a semblance of hair out of face, behind ear. it is not like catalyst’s own. just as there is a lot of similarities, differences come just as quick. but he doesn’t mind.
it makes this interesting.
i’m sorry for the many ooc posts, i hope to work on some replies today, but i’m also slowly working through fleshing out more of catalyst’s backstory, as well as explaining why he is in hope county! it’s in my drafts right now, but with my friend still over, i can only work in small bursts bc otherwise i’m playing games with them ! however, i thank you all so much for the patience, && i hope everyone’s having a good day.
walkpath.
they nearly shoot him. end it, right there and then. stop his voice forever. finally be alone in her mind once again. but they don’t. their hand tightens on the gun, teasing the trigger, but flick on the safety before death makes a decision they might regret.
she doesn’t bother with signing. a bitter taste in her mouth wants to know if the period of time she went silent and learned how to be something other than a victim and learned sign language was because of him. fallen feather. teeth grid behind an impenetrable black helmet.
leave. they never thought they’d speak silently to a face. it won’t do to have people think my kills aren’t yours anymore. don’t talk to me. death straddles their horse once more, prepared to drown out his voice with bliss and the roar of their motorcycle.
——don’t talk to me. but that wouldn’t do, would it? that wouldn’t set the things between them right. it wouldn’t answer his questions, && the same can probably be said for his company. catalyst stands where he is, makes no move to come closer, or draw away. the decision, the decision-
❝ you do not have to leave. ❞ comes next, slower, steady. the idea of them may be lost, but catalyst can look at death && wonder, wonder, wonder. ❝ it can be our little secret. it would not be the first of hope county. ❞
after all, continue, continue. he would risk a single step forward. we’re similar, aren’t we? you’re not entirely of this world, && neither am i. we should talk.
am i in your future? —you are my future. you can smell the river in your clothes after a while. in the same way that sunflowers cut from the dark garden soil && brought green vased into the city market become part of the city, so you do too. prove you are settling.
@plsix, post game home aesthetic. c.
okay, so, an update for those wondering of what this blog’s going to be doing: tl;dr, it will be a while, but i plan to completely refresh the blog, with a new theme, complete pages, and generally better organisation.
i’m unsure if i want to move catalyst over to a new blog completely, or just stick to this one n go on a softblocking spree, but recently there have been a lot of changes to him, ranging from dynamic with others to his points in hope county. but, again, this will take time for me as i have a friend coming over tonight && also i’m working on cleaning my space. but i am excited because i love catalyst dearly, && it’s time i tidy up to show for it.
from x. @fahmine
——let this man think he has won, let this man believe he has brought others to atone, others to break the cycle && stray from biting another. but find that there is nothing at all, nothing at all, to show such a difference. john smiles, smiles, smiles, but all catalyst sees is the crinkle next to his eyes && the ever beating red heart.
do you hope for ( god’s ) forgiveness, john? do you hope for ( god’s ) forgiveness, john? do you hope
❝ from god. ❞ he repeats, arm straightening back to point every finger above. ❝ or is it that you think you’re exempt? the only one who already has it? ❞
such a beautiful stretch of land, greenery && the welcome of trees. if he were so bold, if they were different people, if time had been kinder, if lives had, perhaps they could have been almost friends. or maybe they were always destined to be here. maybe one of them was always destined to die. catalyst frowns, despite it. he’s not the saviour these people are looking for, but he is what they have. he is what they’ve got. ❝ so wrapped up in the promise of eden, && yet you don’t even think. not clearly. ❞